A/N: Alright, so here's that next chapter. Sorry about the mistakes but I did my best because I wanted to get this out to you guys sooner. I hope you like it and please review.
The Final Battle
Harry dodged curse after curse fighting his way to Voldemort. It had been nearly six months since the dreaded incident in the room of requirement and Harry thought about it nearly every minute of every day.
Hermione hardly spoke to him when it wasn't necessary. Ron and him had long since talked things over and become friends again, but Ron still spent the majority of his time with Hermione.
On a few occasions he had let it slip that Hermione still cried almost every night and that she still wasn't ready to forgive him yet.
As for Harry, he regretted ever doing something like that to her. He had left soon after their talk only to be stopped the next day by Hermione and Ron though Hermione didn't talk to him Ron seemed to know all she wanted to say and made sure Harry understood all of it. Needless to say, Harry soon was forced to go back to Hogwarts.
He knew Hermione was watching him constantly and when she couldn't she had Ron follow him around to make sure he didn't try to leave without them.
Harry was forced to break this train of thought as he neared Voldemort, dodging the many spells fired at him as he ran passed. He heard a scream and thought not for the first time that night that it could be one of his friends. He forced himself to keep going, knowing that he could not help whoever it was now.
He had to end this once and for all. Kill or be killed.
Harry could now see Voldemort. The cold almost inhuman eyes burned into him as he got closer and closer to his final destination. He swore as he got nearer seeing the many bodies that lay at Voldemort's feet and was filled with rage and sadness when he saw people he knew, a fourth year student that had been in the DA stared up at him with lifeless eyes. Terry Boot and Cho Chang were also among those who had died at Voldemort's merciless hand.
Harry gripped his wand tightly and his knuckles turned white as he stood in front of Voldemort. Neither moved for a moment then they both moved at the same time. Harry yelled a spell then rolled to dodge one that Voldemort sent at him. He stepped up quickly and the battle wore on. It seemed for a while that they were equally matched, but it soon became apparent that Harry was much more powerful than Tom Riddle. As cliché as it sounds Harry had love on his side and the power of all the people who loved him behind him. He bore down on Voldemort shouting, "Expelliarmas!"
Voldemort's wand flew out of his hand. Harry clutched a large gash in his side as he limped up to Voldemort staring down at him with hate filled eyes.
Voldemort started to laugh, a cold barking laugh that drew the attention of many on the battle field. Both sides stopped fighting almost simultaneously to see who would be the victor. It all came down to this.
Voldemort continued to laugh as he stared up at the boy, no the man, that had finally bested him.
"You won't do it," he finally chocked out.
Harry smiled grimly as he looked down at Voldemort, "You're wrong." He said then uttered the two words that would end Tom Riddle's life forever. "Avada Kedavra."
Then Harry collapsed.
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